So, Just Sit Back And Max And RelaxOff Tracks That I Kick, Come On And Give It Up'Causei Get Funky Like Diaper RashAnd You Know I'm Mad Spunky And I'm Making CashI've Got s** Rhymes Like Victoria's Got SecretsTo All You Porne Peepers Who Are Trying To Peep ThisI'm Like Al Goldstein, I'm All About ScrewingLead My Team To Sixty Wins Like My Man Pat EwingLike Getting Shot Out The Barrel Of A WaveLike Virgin Pow On The Peaks Of A. K.Like A Sound That To The Depths Of TheSoulWell That's The Feeling That I Make My Goal

A Little Wine With My Dinner So I'm In My Grape ApeI Feel Like A Winner When I Make A Mix TapeBecause I Get I'll When I'm On The Pause ButtonAnd I Get My Fill And You Can't Say NothingMore Soul On This Train Then Don CorneliousGot The Mad Subwoofer Pumping Bass For Your anusJust Getting On The Mic At The Monthly FunctionWires Hitting Switches Connecting At The JunctionPerlman's Got Beats And It Ain't No SecretDante Found His shit But You Know He Freaked ItAnd So The Story Goes On And OnDown In S. D. 50 'till Early Morning